[FROM SOPHIA DOROTHEA TO KÖNIGSMARCK]
[Ebsdorf,[216] _September 1692_.][217]
In the name of God, take care of yourself! My life is united to yours. A
thousand desperate thoughts come into my mind, and I am crushed with
grief; I should find it difficult to speak to you of anything else. I
have plenty of leisure for nursing my trouble, and it is with a real joy
that I find myself in this solitude. I forgot yesterday to return you my
thanks for what you tell me about _la Boule_. Nothing could be so
polite; I consent, on this condition, that she becomes my rival, for I
confess to you that I love a triumph, and that it is very much to my
taste. Adieu, nothing is capable of making me change. I was born for
loving you; you are my sole passion; I never had one before I knew you,
and I shall die loving you more than anyone has ever loved.
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Footnote 216:
Ebsdorf, a hunting-box of the Duke of Hanover, about fifteen miles
from Lüneburg.
Footnote 217:
Cf. Wilkins, p. 233.
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